The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 501 Alamir's Letter
Alamir was relieved: "Wait for me for one more day, and then we'll set off back to the Elf Forest!"

This planting pot card is only valid for 3 days, which is too short a time for him to return to the Elf Forest.

However, there is still a second trial mission.

By successfully inviting a spellcaster, you can obtain the right to redeem a {Temporary Item Card - Space 9 Planting Pot (9 days)}.

This is not difficult for him.

Having lived in Lance City for so many years, although I don't have many close friends, I do know quite a few spellcasters. Finding ten of them would be quite easy.

He took out the ten invitations that came with the second trial mission, used the template content directly, and then wrote ten letters on his own specially made oak leaf-patterned paper. He sealed them together with the invitations and sent them out by the messenger in the city.

The ten people he chose all lived in Lance City, and one day was enough time for all the letters to reach their intended recipients.

*
Big Beard Forging Shop.

"Mr. Rove! Your letter!"

"Who is it?! Leave it there for now, I'll talk to you after I've finished forging this sword blank!"

The strong dwarf swung his large iron hammer, striking the sword blank again and again.

A large, gray beard was braided into a tight plait and hung down the back of his neck.

The letter was placed on the low table by the door.

Having finally finished forging the sword blank, Rolf wiped his sweat and walked away from the furnace. He caught an unpleasant whiff of the natural odor and sneezed.

"This smell! What's that pointy-eared guy up to?"

He picked up the letter and tore it open in a few quick movements:

"My filthy, smelly beard... I'm going back to the Elf Forest..."

When Rolf saw the first sentence, he chuckled: "That annoying pointy-eared pretty boy is finally going to get lost! Tomorrow I'll take an axe and chop down that century-old oak tree for firewood!"

"...Don't even think about cutting Yar up and stuffing him into your furnace after I leave."

I got a spatial planting pot, and Yar is coming back to the Elf Forest with me..."

"What the hell? A spatial planting pot? What kind of luck did this guy have to get his hands on such a good thing?" Rolf was so angry that his nostrils flared.

"...I know you envy my good fortune, but it's alright. Considering we've known each other for over a hundred years, here's an invitation for you, along with an excerpt from the 'Dawn Society Resource List' that I copied down. I think you'll find it interesting."

—Alamir.

"..." Rolf stared wide-eyed: "What invitation? Are you trying to trick me, Big Beard, before you leave?!"

He flicked the letter paper, which was filled with the scent of nature, with a sinister air before continuing to read the excerpt from the so-called resource list:
“{Material Card - Mountain Soul Steel}, {Material Card - Dragonshine Stone}, {Material Card - Abyss Forged Iron}, {Material Card - Thunder Pattern Obsidian}, {Material Card - Crimson Star Copper Ore}…”

Rolf's eyes widened, almost touching the paper: "What kind of rare magical ore hodgepodge is this? Pointy Ears said it was some kind of resource list?"

He flipped back to look: "Oh~ Dawn learned it!"

Upon closer inspection of the invitation letter attached to the letter, it was clearly written as "Dawn Society Invitation Letter".

Rolf looked at the invitation and then at the list of resources that almost made his mouth water.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he signed his name on the invitation.

With his keen eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this was not a demon's contract, nor did it contain any unfavorable clauses.

But that didn't stop him from signing with a sullen expression: "You pointy-eared bastard, if you dare to cheat me, I'll go chop down trees in the Elf Forest!"

The invitation transformed into a trial card, and Rolf examined it repeatedly in astonishment: "Interesting! Very interesting!" [Trial Participant: Rolf Maxwell]

[Trial Task 1: Read "Dawn Society Resource List", "Dawn Society Mission", and "Dawn Society Confidentiality Regulations", and complete the exam to become a formal trial participant of the Dawn Society.]

[Reward: Excellent exam results will grant you the right to redeem a {Material Card - 1g Mountain Soul Steel} once]

When he saw that he had to study and take an exam, Rove almost threw the card into the furnace. But when he saw that he would be rewarded with 1g of Mountain Soul Steel for excellent exam results, Rove held the card tightly in his hand.

"It's just studying, right? How could that be difficult for me, Big Beard?"

As for the task of inviting spellcasters, Rolf said he would wait until he got his hands on the 1g of Mountain Soul Steel first!
He hadn't forgotten that this invitation came from that annoying pointy-eared fellow; what if it was a lie?
*
The top floor of the Lance Mage Tower.

The current Grand Duke, Clara Lance, also opened a letter imbued with the essence of nature:
"Mr. Alamir is leaving?"

Grand Duke Krat showed a nostalgic expression.

Lance has changed a lot, but many things have remained the same.

Mr. Alamier and his Oak Inn are the same places she has remembered for many years without change.

She remembered that when she was a child, when she looked out over the whole city of Lance from the top of the mage tower, she was always attracted by that tall oak tree.

The oldest oak tree in town was a friend of Mr. Alamier.

Clara walked to the window and looked in the direction of the Oak Hotel, but she did not see that familiar green.

"Mr. Alamir took the old oak tree with him too? How did he do that?"

She continued reading the letter, a hint of surprise in her eyes: "Space Planting Pot? Dawn Academy? Invitation?"

When did such a non-governmental organization appear in Lance City?

Clara frowned, but looking at the invitation, there really seemed to be no traps.

It seems to be just an organization that wants to guide people in darkness toward the light.

However, as the ruler of the Duchy of Lance, she was well aware of the rules governing mages in the Magic Empire and knew that even the imperial treasury might not be able to supply so many resources.

What is the background of the Dawn Society?
She naturally wouldn't rashly sign this invitation letter, which was clearly bound by a contract, but that didn't stop her from asking the ruling mage to investigate the affairs of this society.

*
The office of the head of the ruling mage guild in the Lance City government hall.

After reading the messages from the five villages on the southern border, Della made her approval, set it aside, and picked up the next official document.

"Witch Della (collected)"

Della caught a whiff of the fragrance of leaves and raised an eyebrow: "A letter from Alamir?"

Upon unfolding it, I fell silent.

Moran and the others have only been here a few days? And the Dawn Society's invitation is already on her desk?

The letter came from Alamir, a long-time resident of Lance.

At Moran's request, she offered no assistance after they arrived in Lance, nor did she investigate their whereabouts or whereabouts.

But now, she really wants to know what they've been doing all this time.

If Moran hadn't mentioned the Dawn Society, and hadn't helped her deal with it when she discovered it was connected to witches or sorceresses...

Della thought that some kind of civilian organization had sprung up in the Duchy of Lance!